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 Macedonia and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.