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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.