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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Jawbox to the grunge 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Qualms,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.