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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Christs to the electroclash 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.