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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.