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 Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
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.