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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.