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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rotary Connection to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.