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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.