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 Palau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the rock 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.