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 France and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
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 Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.