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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
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 Swans,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.