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 France and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.