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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Barrington Levy to the dance 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.