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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Zapp,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.