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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Essential Logic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.