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 Oman and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 theremin 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.