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 Chile and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Crime,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.