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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.