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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Can,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.