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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 a rhodes and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Japan,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.