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 Botswana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Royal Family And The Poor 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Wings,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.