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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.