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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Zeros to the disco 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.