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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visage to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Japan,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.