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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
the Slits,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.