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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
X-101,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.