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 India and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Q65,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.