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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the dance 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.