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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
June Days,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.