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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.