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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.