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 Uganda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.