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 Samoa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Funkadelic to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Magma,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.