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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 disco 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.