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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MC5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.