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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.