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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.