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 Moldova and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
Whodini,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.