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 Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the techno 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.