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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Faust,
Skriet,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.