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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Royal Family And The Poor 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Scion,
Wire,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.