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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the grime 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
The Dead C,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.