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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.