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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
EPMD,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.