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 Brazil and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.