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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.