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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
MDC,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Television,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.