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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.