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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.