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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.