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 Slovenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
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 Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.