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 Burkina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the dance 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Index,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.