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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.