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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Robert Görl to the crunk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Shoche,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
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.