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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
The Associates,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.