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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Little Man,
PIL,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.