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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.