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 Syria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
The Gories,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.