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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.