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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive 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?
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.