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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Q65,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.