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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
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.