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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.