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 Maldives and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.