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 Malaysia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '90s.
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?
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.