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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anakelly to the crunk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.