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 Micronesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Desert Stars to the funk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.