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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.