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 Burundi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.