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 Croatia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
John Holt,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.