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 Sweden and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
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 Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.