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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.