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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Minor Threat to the grime 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.