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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.