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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Wire,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.