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 Monaco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Altered Images to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.