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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.