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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Technova to the rock 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.