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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Can,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
New Order,
Ronan,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.