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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.