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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
Crime,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.