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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.