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 Ireland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 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?
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.