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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the electroclash 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
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.