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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.