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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Edmonton and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Amazonics to the techno 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.