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 Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.