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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scrapy to the jazz 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.