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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Nas,
John Lydon,
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.