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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Blossom Toes to the techno 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.