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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.