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 Greece and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Interpol,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.