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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.