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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.