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 Spain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.