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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Scion,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.