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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.