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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Niagra to the rap 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Crime,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.