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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Urselle to the electroclash 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.