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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Coltrane to the punk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO 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?
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
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.