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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Ronan,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.