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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nils Olav to the punk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.