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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Wasted Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.