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 Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.