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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Smog,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.