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 Dominica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vainqueur to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.