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 Belarus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Surgeon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Scientists,
Nico,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.