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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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?
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.