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 Canada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Victims to the grunge 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Technova,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.