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 Thailand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Knickerbockers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
UT,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
the Swans,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.