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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.