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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bad Manners to the crunk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.