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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
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.