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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MC5 to the disco 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.