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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultravox to the electroclash 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
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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.