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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Reagan Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.