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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.