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 Grenada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
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 Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.