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 Iran and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the jazz 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.