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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
World's Most,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.