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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.