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 Congo and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
UT,
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.