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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magma to the dance 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Visage,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.