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 Niger and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.