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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.