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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Deakin,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.