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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.