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 Greece and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.