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 Lithuania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Goldenarms 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.