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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.