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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.