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 South Africa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.