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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shoche to the techno 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
The Residents,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
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.