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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 an organ and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.