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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.