Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Switzerland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.