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 Korea North and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.