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 Singapore and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a sitar 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.