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 San Marino and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Flipper to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.