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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Germs to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.