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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.