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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 kango's stein massive to the punk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.