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 Chad and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Rakim,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.