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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.