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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Association to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.