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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 rock 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.