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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Shoche,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.