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 Ireland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Franke to the jazz 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.