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 Panama and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.