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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
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.