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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
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.