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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the punk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Television,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.