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 Namibia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
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.