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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.