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 Haiti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.