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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Television to the jazz 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec 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?
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.