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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.