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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Swans,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.