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 Croatia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Parry Music 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
The Wake,
The Slits,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.