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 Togo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.