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 Tajikistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Tomorrow 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.