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 Nepal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.