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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
Franke,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.