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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.