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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Selecter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.