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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Kas Product,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.