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 Togo and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Wire,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.