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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Germs to the funk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.