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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ken Boothe to the rap 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead 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.