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 Moldova and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.