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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.