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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Terry Callier to the grime 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.