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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.