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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.