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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
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.