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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.