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 Malta and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Flag to the jazz 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
John Cale,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
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.