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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Camouflage to the funk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.