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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.