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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Faust,
June Days,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
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.