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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Can,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.