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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the punk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a guitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.