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 Delhi.
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 Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.