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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Model 500 to the crunk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.