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 Kosovo and from London.
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 Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.