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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dead Boys to the disco 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.