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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.