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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.