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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
the Association,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.