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 Germany and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.