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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
AZ,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.