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 China and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.