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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
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.