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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.