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 Finland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-102 to the funk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Wings,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
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.