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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.