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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Dead Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow 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?
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Gong,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.