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 Norway and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.