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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Birthday Party to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.