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 Netherlands and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 OOIOO to the techno 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.