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 Libya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.