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 Macedonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smoke to the rock 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.