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 Australia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.