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 Syria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quando Quango to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Monks,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
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.