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 Poland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
MC5,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.