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 Belgium and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Can,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Scion,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.