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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Copenhagen and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.