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 Benin and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the rap 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an organ 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Cameo,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.