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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.