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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Agitation Free to the funk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.