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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.