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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
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.