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 Norway and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Monks,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.