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 Panama and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed to the funk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Wire,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.