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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.