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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.