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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.