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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.