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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.