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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
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.