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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
The Move,
JFA,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
DNA,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.