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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord 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 Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Can,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.