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 Denmark and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.