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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.