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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
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.