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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.