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 Canada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.