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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.