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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 June of 44 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.