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 France and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Monks,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
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.