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 Latvia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin 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 Das Ding to the grunge 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.