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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Maurizio to the electroclash 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.