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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.