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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Milan and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Pole,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.