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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Joey Negro to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.