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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.