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 Panama and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.