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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.