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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.