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 Suriname and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.