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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anakelly 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
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.