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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
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.