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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Walker Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.