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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.