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 Serbia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eurythmics 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.