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 Armenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sister Nancy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.