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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.