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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
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.