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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.