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 Barbados and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.