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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 The Slits to the rap 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.