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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the rock 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
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.