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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound to the punk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Suicide,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
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.