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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.