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 United States and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.