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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 snare and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.