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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.