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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.