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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.