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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.