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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.