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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.