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 Liberia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Public Enemy to the rock 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.