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 Thailand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
UT,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.