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 Congo and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Red Krayola to the grunge 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Faust,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.