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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Gories to the funk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.