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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.