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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Slave to the disco 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.