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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Cowsills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.