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 Niger and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.