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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.