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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Pus to the crunk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.