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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the rap 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Swans,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.