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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the punk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.