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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Franke,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
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.