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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Can,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.