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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.