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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Niagra,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.