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 Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Trumans Water to the funk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Faust,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.