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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 a snare 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Can,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.