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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.