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 Belgium and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.