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 Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fear to the crunk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
cv313,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.