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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson 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 punk 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
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 Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.