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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 The Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.