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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.