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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rapeman to the rap 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a guitar 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.