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 Moldova and from Cairo.
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 Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
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.