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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
The Names,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.