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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.