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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.