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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.