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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Clear Light to the techno 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.