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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.