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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the crunk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
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.