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 Montenegro and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.