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 Turkey and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Supertramp to the rap 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.