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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.