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 Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Monks to the rock 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 linndrum and an organ 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.