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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.