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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.