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 Slovenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Stereo Dub to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.