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 France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.