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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a theremin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.