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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
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.