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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
June Days,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.