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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.