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 Maldives and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.