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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dave Clark Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 guitar and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Faust,
cv313,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.