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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Junior Murvin to the dance 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
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.