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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The United States of America to the rap 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.