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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Youth Brigade to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.