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 Haiti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tomorrow to the techno 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.