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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
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.