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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
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.