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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jawbox 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Can,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.