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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
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.