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 Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.