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 India and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Iggy Pop to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
UT,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.