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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terry Callier to the rock 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.