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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
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.