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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joy Division to the techno 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.