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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 The Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.