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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.