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 Ghana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.