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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.