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 China and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 linndrum 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood 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?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Lyres,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.