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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.