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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.