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 Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.