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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
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.