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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Althea and Donna to the rock 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.