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 Greece and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.