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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
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 Grass Roots,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.