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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.