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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dead Boys 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Gong,
Ludus,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
New Order,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Q65,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.