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 Canada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.