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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
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.