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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.