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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.