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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.