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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dead Boys to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Lalann,
Visage,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.