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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.