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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners to the rap 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.