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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.