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 Israel and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.