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 Philippines and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jawbox to the jazz 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Swans,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.