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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.