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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Loose Ends to the rock 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.