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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.