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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marmalade to the grunge 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.