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 Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Pagans to the funk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
PIL,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
10cc,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.