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 Austria and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.