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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.