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 the UAE and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.