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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Victims to the rap 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.