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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Smog,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.