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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.