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 Guyana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Goldenarms to the punk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
JFA,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
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.