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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.