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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Pylon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.