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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.