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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Star Department to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.