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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Rakim,
The Index,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.