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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
New Order,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.