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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.