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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.