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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
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.