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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.