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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.