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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.