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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 The Gories to the grunge 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Whodini,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.