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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Pole,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.