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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
ABBA,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.