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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Dead C to the funk 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.