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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Easy Going to the rock 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
The Standells,
Brick,
Index,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
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.