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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an organ 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.