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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sparks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Swans,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.