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 Singapore and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.