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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Lyres,
UT,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
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.