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 Canada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the grunge 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
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.