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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the grime 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
John Holt,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.