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 Belize and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.