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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anakelly to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.