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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.