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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.