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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chocolate Watch Band 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.