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 Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Blackbyrds to the disco 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.