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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All the Slits 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 disco 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.