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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.