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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mummies to the techno 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.