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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Pus 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.