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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Martian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.