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 San Marino and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Wake 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 electroclash 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Wire,
The Standells,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.