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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.