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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the grunge 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.