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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
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 Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
The Names,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.