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 Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
cv313,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.