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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Adolescents to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.