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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Slackers to the jazz 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.