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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the dance 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.