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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the electroclash 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.