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 Nepal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.