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 Russia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-102 to the punk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Can,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.