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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
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.