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 Romania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 La Düsseldorf 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s.
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 James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.