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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.