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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
JFA,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.