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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Flag to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Scion,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.