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 Iceland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
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.