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 Croatia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.