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 Tanzania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.