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 Serbia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.