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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Victims to the rock 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
UT,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
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.