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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Gong,
The Index,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.