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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Glenn Branca to the rap 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.