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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 The Dead C to the funk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Television,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.