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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.