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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.