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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
Section 25,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
PIL,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.