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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 The Happenings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.