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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Yazoo to the grime 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.