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 Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.