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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Josef K to the punk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.