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 India and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Swans,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.