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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.