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 Peru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
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 Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Scion,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.