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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.