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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.