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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.