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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Model 500 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.