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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
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.