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 Germany and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Television,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
MC5,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.