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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.