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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Oneida,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.