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 Ukraine and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
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.