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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.