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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.