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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Depeche Mode to the grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
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.