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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.