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 Qatar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.