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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
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 Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.