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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Organ to the grime 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.