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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.