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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.