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 Ireland and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.