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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
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.