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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Neon Judgement to the electroclash 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
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.