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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 snare 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
cv313,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.