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 Iraq and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Pole,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.