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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grunge 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.