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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.