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 Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 ABBA to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.