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 Israel and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
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.