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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.