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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Hoover,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
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Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.