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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.