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 Sweden and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One 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?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.