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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Index,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.