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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Pole,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.