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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Names to the dance 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.