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 Portugal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
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.