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 San Marino and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Mars,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.