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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.