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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Jandek,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.