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 Italy and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 China Crisis to the grime 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.