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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
UT,
Lungfish,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.