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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dark Day to the electroclash 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.