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 Guyana and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
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 Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.