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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Shoche to the grunge 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
UT,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
John Cale,
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.