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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.