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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Rakim,
The Litter,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.