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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Technova,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.