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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Slave,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.