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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Swell Maps to the dance 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.