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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
MC5,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.