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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.