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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the dance 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.