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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marine Girls to the grunge 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.