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 Andorra and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Fall to the rap 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.