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 Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 New York Dolls to the dance 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.