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 Russia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magazine 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.