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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Wire,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.