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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joey Negro 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
The Move,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.