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 Senegal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Ultravox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
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.