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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.