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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Monks,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.