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 Oman and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 A Certain Ratio 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Can,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.