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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stetsasonic to the punk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
the Slits,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.