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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q65,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
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.