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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.