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 Australia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
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 Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
UT,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Organ,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.