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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.