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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the techno 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.