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 Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.