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 Belarus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.