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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.