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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.