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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the techno 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a mellotron 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.