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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the disco 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.