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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.