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 Zambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David Bowie 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.