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 Netherlands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare 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 disco 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Index,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.