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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Beau Brummels to the grime 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.