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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.