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 Monaco and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.