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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
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.