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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
the Association,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.