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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.