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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the funk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.