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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Intrusion to the rap 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.